Pride

Wild ivory
Firey red
Dense denial
Cautionary cheer

Down the road to the bank,while im here i'd like to thank...

In the she walked to the bank
Young blond dark rich curls
Twin buns in wrapped tight short skirt
Enough revealed....
Reverse hung clung
A mans eye drawn
To ground zero

Her entry anonymous
Unlike her sly smile exit
As I sat looking hard not to look
The foyers a stage on a cold spring day
Overheard snatches of conversation
Mingle with radio jabber
All converges to camouflage her kiosk conversation
Of a story urgent
Some ones daughter learning to throw her weight.
And still yet she does not forget to give me the smile
A dark rich gift
From generous lips.

Not For Profit ?

If not for profit
Then for what ?
OUT with vanity?
OUT with Pryde ?
OUT with acclaim ?
I think not....
Thou hast become embedded.
A f.book worm
Time to turn the page....

Pleasant portals

She sat, a pilgrim waiting
Unaware her time had come
A missing player though yet to arrive...
The appearance of a spare part
But a lynch pin to another world
Waiting for a man to play, to pay her heavy price
Though she herself would never gain
Her nominal movements soon to be the cause of so much pain.

Easy movements seen as boredom
The first gusts of a coming storm
Perfection in body
A trinity
Combined with shining hair
First bursts
First flush of youth
Easy smile
What all men seek but cannot hold.

Charged, primed.
A verbal damn waiting to burst
A faint smile should warn you...
As wave upon wave of desire crashes upon your shore
Years of tidal surge
Help you unearth this treasure
Once freed though she is gone...

The Sleep of Reason

Take it as written
Take it as a given
Years past of unproven denial
Natures law smites all that do not bear fruit
Critical thinking lies broken
What roads did they ever lead me too ?
A slow tepid boil that spurred no useful moves
So I have written
So it shall be
As it always was
Had I been brave enough see
To hold a steady gaze upon a heaving sea
A horizon swells distorting solid ground
Distant hills in haze
Unmoveable truth
Miles away from my mundane planes
None the less shall I impact them
Hysterical view points shield me
Point blank impact now
A sudden stop.
Ever tighter the chains that bind.

New Moon

Icy sideswipe
Sickle moon slice
Wind blasts
Sky spliced
North star flung
From violent arc.

Evergreens ?

I cannot make you any promises
As bright winds blast the January walls.
Bare branches moan
Corner stones whistle their age old tune
Enforced seasonal renewal by threatened death of the old
Can you take the chance its a bluff ?
Best move on, tis getting cold...

A new year starts pristine and clean
At least for a day.
A planetry movement  weve designed to numb pain ?
But fate fights those gears
Slippage.
A rip tide you could say....
Dragging around what which was always coming your way...


I cannot keep my promises
At least not as I told.
Still of night confessions
When I felt so bold.
Charged up on the good stuff, what ? I should fold ? !
Candles blazed, flames roared, wax streamed...
Dirty brown haze, violent moon
Whorish winds blew.
Worldly agenda slewn...
Sea fire memories filled my crackling rooms.
My recollections perfectly corrupted
Raw, but all true.